Black and grey realism tattoo of an open pocket watch with Roman numerals and a chain, shown on an upper arm.

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Realistic pocket watch on upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A detailed pocket watch with Roman numerals on its dial, hands and a looped chain, set against a draped cloth shape. The shading is soft and smooth, with strong highlights on the metal casing and grey tones across the face. The watch fills most of the frame, with the arm and studio background visible around the edges.

Realism Upper arm Pocket watch Clock Roman numeral Chain

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow had shut the Hebden road on the Tuesday, and by Thursday my father had stopped pretending the gentleman in room four would be leaving. He had come in out of the white with a leather valise and a pocket watch on a looped chain, and he laid the watch on the green baize of the card table as if it were a hand he did not care to play.

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"Keep it wound for me," he said, and paid for a week in advance. He never came down to collect it. On the third night I took up his supper tray and found the watch open on the cloth, its hands at ten minutes past four, the Roman numerals catching the lamplight like small black bars. I wound it, because a stopped watch in a warm room seemed a sort of rudeness, and I set it by the hall clock, which my father swore by.

Each morning after that the watch had lost a minute, then two, as though someone on the far side of the drifts were turning the crown with cold fingers. The gentleman's bed stayed made. My father said the man had gone out to the stables before dawn and walked down toward the reservoir, and that nobody walked the reservoir path in January.

When the thaw came, the coach climbed the valley with a driver who knew of no guest in room four. I took the watch down to the hall and turned it over. The case was warm from my hand, and the initials scratched inside the lid were my own. I still wind it on Sundays and set it by the hall clock. It has never once been wrong.